We got the weed in the back, coke on the dash, the only bitches we bash, the ones that's
givin' up cash.
It goes one for the money, money, two for the hoes, hoes, three to get betty, betty,
four be the boss.
We got the weed in the back, coke on the dash, the only bitches we bash, the ones that's
givin' up cash.
It goes one for the money, money, two for the hoes, hoes, three to get betty, betty,
four be the boss.
We smashin' down Lexus's and Benz's, havin' bitches drippin', cleanin', scrubbin' our coke
Benz's.
It's off the hinges, playa, more than a average cat, savage about my scratch, grip my balls,
pissin' on walls, show where my haters at, mob shit, kickin' down doors, pimpin' these
hoes.
Catch me up in your bitch, lovin' this dicks, he turnin' tricks and keepin' me fitted, draped
with diamonds and jewels, takin' advantage of you and givin' the money to who?
Families drink like vodkings, party like rock stars, wake up on two, I'm always pushin'
s**t too far.
You know where the fuck you are?
The place you get your life took, you can't learn this from a book, bitch, I'm a no -town
crook.
One look and you'll shook, your bitch fuck with me tonight, you exposed too much, she
got your game down tight, we gon' set you up right, you gettin' jacked without a fight,
we disappearin' tonight, and catchin' midnight flight.
We got the weed in the back, coke on the dash, the only bitches we bash, the ones that's
givin' up cash.
It goes one for the money, money, two for the hoes, hoes, three to get betty, betty,
four be the votes.
We got the weed in the back, coke on the dash, the only bitches we bash, the ones that's
givin' up cash.
It goes one for the money, money, two for the hoes, hoes, three to get betty, betty,
four be the votes.
Uh, why's my baby's mama always trippin'?
Assaultin' me, then callin' 9 -1 -1 to play the victim.
I'm sick of tryin' to deal with the police who harass me, call me lying when they find
I'm a convicted felon with no leash, why must I let them tell I'm on probation?
Damn, we're from Steak and Eggs to Spread and Soups, we're from Caddy Painted Caddy
Coops to County Jumpsuits, all on a booch, all on a flute, just like I stepped in some
shit, swing like the pros instead of violent zombies, swingin' my dick.
I said from 1st to 5th, back down to 4th, like Gary Stelzi blowin' doors off a job
force.
20 inches of chrome in all types of weather, candy paint wood gray, two -tone leather, completely
plushed out, push the hush out on the tip of the blade, did it twice around the corner,
came back and got hella paid.
Real players, we don't handcuff hoes, we grain wash em, use em up, and get em for they dough.
We got the weed in the back, coke on the dash, the only bitches we bash, the ones that's
givin' up cash.
It goes one for the money, money, two for the hoes, hoes, we the get fetty, fetty, foe,
be the votes.
We got the weed in the back, coke on the dash, the only bitches we bash, the ones that's
givin' up cash.
It goes one for the money, money, two for the hoes, hoes, we the get fetty, fetty, foe,
be the votes.
Extravagant lifestyles, man, you shoulda seen me, ridin' down the freeway, choppin' up
lines on my CD, Mr. Greedy -Greedy, 24 -7 paper chasin', Benjamin's my last name, you know
I'm defacin', always facin' the trap, yellin' where the hoes at, fuck the gin and the yacht,
I'm yanked out in the back, in the Cadillac, escalator with four hoes on my lap, y 'all
be talkin' about Big Pimp, but I ain't got game like that.
Uh, what is a caddy with no foes on it?
What is a pimp without no hoes on it?
Hey boy, that's not a pimp, that's just caught in the front door with a disabled person parked
past, hangin' from the rear -view mirror, but you couldn't tell the leather from the
goodwill, I keep the Desert Eagle tag next to my family jewels, you never know, you just
might see me on the evening news, fisted cups, shit -faced and acting drunk, just cause I be
gettin' money don't make me drunk.
We got the weed in the back, coke on the dash, the only bitches we bash, the ones that's
givin' up cash, it goes one for the money, money, two for the hoes, hoes, we the get
fetty, fetty, foe, be the votes.
We got the weed in the back, coke on the dash, the only bitches we bash, the ones that's
givin' up cash, it goes one for the money, money, two for the hoes, hoes, we the get
fetty, fetty, foe, be the votes.
What's happenin'?
You got that B .C. up in this muthafucka?
It's your boy Young Life representin', puttin' it down?
You?
Nope.
With my boy White Cribs, D -Mac, we on some millennium ballin' type shit, some 2004 type
shit.
So uh, if y 'all takin' a bus, don't even try to talk bad about us, cause we doin' some
real shit.
You understood?
Yeah.
Yeah.
And we out, and we out, and we out, and we out.
